Ron
scratched his head, as looked up the meaning of the juniper plant, he
really couldn't see how it was essential in a nervousness draught.
He looked back at his parchment, feeling utterly bewildered, Hermione
had told him to go to the library and do his potions essay. Ron had
realised that staring at a piece of blank parchment in the common
room wouldn't get it done, so, he went. He was now seriously
regretting his decision; since when did he give in to Hermione? Ron
sighed, the essay was due in tomorrow and so far Ron had, "The
nervousness draught is used to make your enemy nervous." He ran a
hand through his hair, wishing he was back in the common room, but if
he went back without it done it was likely to lead to an argument
with Hermione. Which, while often amusing to see Hermione riled up,
was not appealing tonight. He had a headache and was tired from
Quidditch practice.

"Hello
Ronald," Ron jumped, that had taken him totally by surprise. He
looked up into the face of Luna Lovegood, who was looking as dreamy
as usual, with her wand behind her ear and a copy of "The
Quibbler," clutched in her hands. Ron shifted slightly awkwardly in
his seat.

"No, I
don't suppose you did." she sighed slightly, took her wand out
from behind her ear, placed it on the table and looked at it. Ron
looked at it too, expecting to see something interesting, but, in
reality, it was just a wand. He looked back up at Luna.

"Were
you here to do some homework, or did you need to see me?" Ron
asked, feeling rather bemused. Luna looked up, seemingly surprised at
see Ron sitting in front of her.

"Oh, no,
I wanted to talk to you." she said simply, as if the fact had only
just occurred to her. She said nothing. Ron looked at her, waiting.
Luna didn't speak. Ron sighed.

"What
about?" he asked, slightly impatiently. Luna looked up at him
blankly.

"What
about what?" she asked, bemusedly. Ron rolled his eyes.

"You
wanted to talk to me? I think." Ron replied, now feeling slightly
put out by Luna's behaviour.

"Er-
what about her?" asked Ron, feeling slightly hot around the collar,
and now decidedly confused.

Luna
tilted her head, staring at him in a dreamy way, which suggested to
him that he'd just said something entirely stupid. Luna blinked.

"You're
in love with her."

Ron
chocked on his own spit, going violently red.

"Where'd
you get that idea?" he spluttered incoherently. Luna just stared at
him again.

"I
didn't get the idea, I saw it; you're in love with Hermione
Granger." Luna sat in front of Ron, looking him dead in the eye, in
a way that made Ron feel even more uncomfortable.

"What
you saw, wait, what you think you saw, you didn't see, you saw
nothing." Ron paused, confused, not understanding anything at all
in that present moment. Luna seemed to understand, though, as she
addressed him.

"You
look at her," stated Luna simply.

"Well
when I talk to her, it's only polite, Hermione would get all
annoy-" Luna cut him off.

"No, you
don't look at her, you look at her," Ron looked at her
blankly.

"There's
a difference?" he asked, wishing he knew what on earth she was on
about.

Luna
nodded solemnly, "Oh yes, there is most definitely a difference."

"There's
a difference?" Ron repeated, unsurely.

"Yes."

Ron shook
his head, "I'm lost," he stated. Luna stared at him.

"Yes, I
suppose you are," she replied dreamily, and with that she picked up
her wand and walked off.

Ron
watched her walk off, mouth open. He shut it abruptly, trying not to
think about what Luna had just said.

Was there
a difference?

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